Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Switzerland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.